Chapter 57—Interrogating Adventurers
"There it is....We’ve arrived," Sli#47 muttered, glancing at the ruined fortress in the distance.
They were almost five hundred ters away from the Ruins City Lunxia.
"Stop," he ordered, having spotted so adventurers near the city.
They might be seen if they went any closer; the humans had co from the other side of the fortress’s entrance—many roads were leading to the it.
"Okay, go take a look," Elder Sli said, glancing at the city with nostalgia.
"Hmm." Red Sli nodded. "I’ll be careful."
Wob!He bounced off under everyone’s worried gazes.
"Double Presence Hide," he muttered, activating his skill.
Boom!
’Incredible... it really lives up to the word ruins,’ he thought, looking up at the shattered fortress coated in dust and rust.
The fortress rose fifty to sixty stories high, broken in places, green mold crawling over its walls. The once‑white walls had turned dirty grey from dust and age.
Bam! Dust fell as he punched the wall in front of him—but not even a scratch appeared.
’Very durable... Just who in the world destroyed this?’ he wondered, who needed to bring such a place down.
’This place is huge... It might take days or even months to search everything...’ he thought with irritation.
He decided to bring so humans to Elder Sli to question them about whether adventurers visited often and whether this was a popular treasure-hunting ground.
If it was crowded, they’d have to find a different way to get what Old Sli wants from that building.
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Wob!He dropped onto a side wall near the entrance and peeked out while hiding.
"There they are," he muttered as he spotted the sa adventurers, he’d seen before.
A heavily armored middle‑aged man with slight grey hair at his temples, holding a shield; a middle‑aged woman with brown hair and light armor, a sword at her hip.
A young blue‑haired woman in purple mage robes holding a staff; a young man of about seventeen in light armor with a bow and quiver on his back; and another middle‑aged woman with black hair in white robes, also holding a staff.
"$%%5^^%%," they chatted as they entered through the broken, mold‑covered gate.
’What a fortress it must’ve been once...’ Red Sli mused, gazing at the huge entrance and weathered stone.
Even after losing to ti, traces of its old majesty remained.
Thud! Thud! As they ca closer—
"Appraisal," he used his skill.
[ Status
Na: ???
Race: Human ★★★ {Common}
Class: Fighter {Common}
Titles: New Party, F‑rank Adventurer
Level: 25
Tier: 1 ]
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[ Status
Na: ???
Race: Human ★★★ {Common}
Class: Mage {Common}
Titles: New Party, F‑rank Adventurer
Level: 24
Tier: 1 ]
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[ Status
Na: ???
Race: Human ★★★ {Common}
Class: Defender {Common}
Titles: New Party, F‑rank Adventurer
Level: 25
Tier: 1 ]
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[ Status
Na: ???
Race: Human ★★★ {Common}
Class: Ranger {Common}
Titles: New Party, F‑rank Adventurer
Level: 25
Tier: 1 ]
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[ Status
Na: ???
Race: Human ★★★ {Common}
Class: Healer {Common}
Titles: New Party, F‑rank Adventurer
Level: 25
Tier: 1 ]
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’Weak... Knock them out and drag them to Elder Sli to squeeze information out of them,’ he decided after reading their status.
Wob!
"Fire Chains," he cast, and chains made of fla manifested into reality.
Whoosh!
He bound all five adventurers at once, dragging them together. They struggled, roaring when they spotted the red sli.
They flared their aura and mana boosts, trying to break free but failing, barking, "&&hvVM!"
"Hmm... It’s no use. I can’t understand you," he said flatly, holding the other end of the chains.
"$%$!" The blue‑haired woman tried to cast a spell; a blue magic rune flickered to life—but the fire chains flared hotter, making her yelp, "Ahh!" and cut the spell off.
"Hm." Sli#47 narrowed his eyes.
Wob!
He flashed in front of them and—Smack! Smack!—hit each of them in the throat, knocking them out as they squealed and collapsed.
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"Elder, ask them for details," Young Sli said, pointing at the adventurers.
They were tied separately, kneeling with their arms bound behind their backs. He had taken all their magic staffs and weapons.
And broke their hands to weaken their power, since they could kill everyone except him.
He still stayed wary of casters; they could invoke spells with nothing but mana reserves and their mouths. So he kept a close eye on them.
The lad was furious, the middle-aged ones calm from experience, while the young woman trembled in fear.
Mama Sli had wrapped them in rock chains as well, just in case.
’They’d have been covered in scratches from being dragged... their armor saved their skin.’ Young Sli thought.
He hadn’t cared about their comfort while hauling them; without armor, their flesh would have peeled, and blood would have fallen.
"Tell —how did this Luxia Fortress fall?" Elder Sli asked, eyes hard and filled with rage. He had no intention of sparing those who had destroyed this place.
’This fortress once housed more than a hundred thousand demons...’ he thought with wrath, wondering who had killed them all.
"You can... speak?" the white-robed woman exclaid as they all stared in shock at the talking sli.
"What, none of you have ever seen a talking sli?" Elder Sli asked, confused. ’Wait... why is everyone so surprised? In my era, under Lord Remora, every sli learned to speak and write...’
"No... ahh, we never have in our whole lives nor heard of such as sli speaking," the blue‑haired young woman groaned through the pain.
Seeing that the burning chains were making it hard to talk, Red Sli lowered the flas on the Fire Chains.
"Tell —have you ever heard of Demon King Remora?" Elder Sli asked. He felt he had to start from the beginning.
"Remora... who’s that shit?" the young lad spat, unable to hold himself back.
"Child, burn this lad until he’s almost dead," Elder Sli said coldly to Sli#47; he was pissed, eyes narrowing; how could soone insult his lord in his presence!
"Okay..." Red Sli nodded. The Fire Chain’s magic circle flared once more in his palm and vanished as he poured more mana into it.
Gzz!
"Ahhh!" The lad scread as flas engulfed his body.
"Stop! Stop!" the white robed woman begged, unable to watch him suffer, while the young woman trembled nonstop, other two glanced with fear.
But the flas continued to rage as the sli gang watched in silence.
"Wait! Remora... He’s a myth! They say he was just an imaginary figure!" the white robe woman shouted, desperate to stop the burning.
"Stop," Elder Sli said flatly, staring straight at her, ’How can he be...a myth!?’ This made him even more confused; he’d find out what happened.
Whoosh! Young Sli snuffed out the flas.
A scorched body fell—Thud!—to the ground. He was barely breathing, but still alive.
"What do you an, imaginary?" Elder Sli asked, taking a deep breath.
"Human archaeologists and scholars... confird he didn’t exist," she said, trembling as his sharp gaze bore into her. "Humans believe he’s just a figure created by demons... to frighten us, humans."
End of the Chapter.
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